Lilith - Into the night

Requiescat in Pace - Crônicas da Cidade dos Mortos - Capítulo III

 

Não sei quanto tempo fiquei refletindo sobre os últimos acontecimentos. Eu costumava ficar cismando por horas quando algo me incomodava. Geralmente isso acontecia com coisas relacionadas a conflitos ou alguma situação em que não agi de modo acertado. Depois de muito pensar, cheguei à conclusão de que fui habilmente manipulado para duvidar de mim mesmo. Voz Cavernosa havia me vencido num jogo que eu havia iniciado, e a percepção disso não me fez muito feliz.

Noites Sombrias

Livro de Contos por G. C. Milezzi

Contos de horror e fantasia. Vampiros, lobisomens e outras criaturas estranhas, que permearam a mente e o coração dos homens nas mais variadas culturas, dão o ar de sua graça neste livro. Uma obra repleta de mistério e manifestações sobrenaturais e inspirada nos contos de L. Sprague de Camp e Edgar Allan Poe, entre outros.

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Folia na Roça

Ele era conhecido nas redondezas onde morava como Zé Biguá. O Zé era uma escolha da mãe, devota de São José. O complemento nada tinha a ver com o pai, nem tampouco com a ave homônima. Ficava por conta de certo hábito que ele tinha em sair correndo para a privada logo depois de uma refeição. A rima que resultou das galhofas que o acompanhavam nessas ocasiões acabou por lhe conferir a alcunha que ele passou a carregar desde menino. Mas deixemos os detalhes sórdidos de lado e atemo-nos à história de Zé Biguá, um caipira cheio de esperteza que um dia saiu de casa disposto a conquistar o mundo.

E foi com essa disposição que Zé Biguá acabou por se encontrar no grupo selecionado para trabalhar como peão na fazenda Santa Rita, em Araçatuba. No primeiro dia, os peões contratados foram divididos entre as funções que iriam desempenhar. À Zé Biguá coube cuidar dos touros reprodutores da fazenda, na ingrata função de apontador. Quando soube do que se tratava, Zé Biguá pensou em desistir. Ajudar o touro a encontrar o caminho para cobrir a vaca não era o trabalho que sonhava. Apesar disso, acabou ficando. Precisava do emprego e, afinal, havia trabalhos piores na fazenda.

Neruda

If I am loved,
how much more loved
the more I respond to love.

If I'm forgotten,
I must forget too,
For love is like a mirror:
-there must be a reflection.

 
Pablo Neruda

Fernando Pessoa

From Lilith - Into the Night

Requiescat in Pace - Chronicles of the City of the Die - Prelude

It was done! After a long and tiring process, which included several interviews, psychometric testing, medical examinations and negative debit certificates with the police and justice, I received confirmation that I had been admitted to the new job. The interviewer gave me the news in a way that made me think that I had won the lottery. Still not knowing how I should feel, I responded to her smile. It was another underemployment in my life, but absurdly necessary.

— Welcome to our "family". — She said with that strange and impersonal way that seemed to contradict the meaning of the welcome phrase. In fact, she cared little and I didn't care, either, so it was okay. This did not prevent me from imagining myself squeezing the woman's neck until her eyes popped out of their sockets. It was just imagination, of course. Just a fleeting thought to make up for my low self-esteem. She seemed so well adapted to the rules of this petty-bourgeois world, that perhaps she could never have imagined what was going on in the head of someone who was sitting there, in front of her. Anyway, the reality is this. Dropping out is not a viable option, unless you change your planet or give up existing.

Requiescat in Pace - Capítulo I

O tempo mudou completamente no plantão seguinte. A noite apresentava um céu estrelado, com a lua crescente no horizonte a contemplar a escuridão. Devo dizer que minhas expectativas, baseadas nos acontecimentos insólitos da primeira noite, frustrou-se completamente naquela primeira semana. Nada aconteceu na segunda noite ou nas seguintes. Nada de invasores góticos ou ladrões de túmulos. Tampouco houve qualquer manifestação sobrenatural que eu pudesse ter notado, exceto pela sensação quase permanente de que eu não estava só

Apesar da inquietação, ou por causa dela, consegui aproveitar bastante aquelas noites insones. Dei sequência à novela que dormitava já há algum tempo num arquivo quase esquecido do meu notebook. Se conseguisse manter esse ritmo, em breve teria meu segundo romance disponibilizado nos sites que hospedavam literatura para leitura on line. A perspectiva não era muito estimulante do ponto de vista financeiro. Provavelmente eu ainda continuaria no trabalho de vigia noturno por muito tempo. Era o jeito de garantir o pagamento das contas no fim do mês.

Na segunda semana eu já havia praticamente esquecido dos acontecimentos da primeira noite. Contudo, tinha a impressão que meu espírito estava sendo deliberadamente desarmado para o que veria a seguir.

Trevas - Lord Byron

I had a dream
it was not a dream at all
The splendid sun was extinguished
and the stars wandered dark
through eternal space
without rays or routes
and the icy land
swirled blind and gloomy in the moonless air
Tomorrow has come and gone
came and did not bring the day
and men forgot their passions
in the horror of this desolation
and hearts have cooled
 

Darkness - Lord Byron

Requiescat in Pace - Crônicas da Cidade dos Mortos

Prelúdio

Estava feito! Depois de um longo e cansativo processo, que incluiu diversas entrevistas, teste psicotécnico, exames médicos e certidões negativas de débitos com a polícia e justiça, recebi a confirmação de que havia sido admitido no novo emprego. A entrevistadora deu-me a notícia de um jeito que me fez pensar que eu havia ganho na loteria. Sem saber ainda como deveria me sentir, correspondi ao seu sorriso. Era mais um subemprego em minha vida, mas absurdamente necessário.

— Bem-vindo à nossa "família". — Ela disse com aquele jeito estranho e impessoal, que parecia contradizer o significado da frase de boas-vindas. Na verdade, ela pouco se importava e eu também não ligava a mínima, de modo que estava tudo bem. Isso não evitou que eu me imaginasse a apertar o pescoço da mulher, até que os olhos saltassem. Era só imaginação, é claro. Apenas um pensamento fugidio para compensar minha baixa autoestima. Ela parecia tão bem adaptada às regras desse mundo pequeno-burguês, que talvez jamais pudesse imaginar o que se passava na cabeça de alguém que estava sentado ali, diante dela. Enfim, a realidade é essa. Cair fora não é uma opção viável, a menos que você mude de planeta ou desista de existir.

Janelas

My soul has many windows, where I can look.  

Some have a reflection of a past time, 

memories that I don't want to take.
Some windows show the horizon of time that has not yet come,
of paths yet to be followed and choices that I have not yet made.
My soul has so many windows, I don't know where to look.
Some windows I need to open and some I need to close.
There are so many windows ... How can I decide?

De Charles Bukowski

Então queres ser um escritor?

Se não sai de ti a explodir
apesar de tudo,
não o faças.
a menos que saia sem perguntar do teu
coração, da tua cabeça, da tua boca
das tuas entranhas,
não o faças.

Lilith - In to the Night - Chapter One Part Three

I sink my teeth into his neck and feel the blood spurt into my mouth. He struggles, but he's stuck in my clutches and there's no escape. Then I sip to the last drop of its vital essence. Along with it comes your soul and your memories. With this, I realize that he has a long history of perverse acts ranging from abuses, assaults, and murders. Without much effort, I come to the conclusion that I have done a great favor to the world by ending it. Not that I care much, but sometimes I like to think that I am a kind of judge and executor of those who are evil when I choose the worst of the human species as the main option of the menu. However, most of the time I do not have time to be so selective and selfless. When hunger comes night inside, instinct speaks louder and I hunt. Simple like that.

As soon as everything is over and I look at the scenery. My fearless defender still remains unconscious. Near him lies the effeminate Curly, with an incredulous expression on his face. Moe stood near the pole, where I crushed his skull. Only Larry drafted an escape attempt, so he stayed away from his companions. The result of that attempted robbery: three dead, one unconscious and I bloodied. The blood is not mine, of course.

O Corvo - Edgar Allan Poe

The Raven ("O Corvo") é um poema do escritor e poeta norte-americano Edgar Allan Poe. Ele foi publicado pela primeira vez em 29 de Janeiro de 1845, no New York Evening Mirror. É um poema notável por sua musicalidade, língua estilizada e atmosfera sobrenatural provenientes tanto da métrica exata, permeada de rimas internas e jogos fonéticos, quanto do talento singular de Poe, um dos maiores expoentes tanto do romantismo quanto da própria literatura americana.

Neste poema, que apresenta uma temática típica do romantismo (ou, mais especificamente, do Ultrarromantismo), a figura do misterioso corvo que pousa sobre o busto de Pallas (ou Atena, na maioria das traduções feitas para o português como a de Fernando Pessoa) representa a inexorabilidade da morte e seu impacto sobre o personagem, o qual, no seu papel de arquétipo correspondente às tendências da geração literária de Poe, lamenta e sofre profundamente com a perda de sua amada Leonora (Lenore, no original). No final do poema, o corvo, o qual representa, como dito acima, a inexorabilidade da morte, repousa sobre o busto de Pallas simbolizando o pesar eterno que se abateu sobre a alma do protagonista.Origem: Wikipédia, a enciclopédia livre.
Leia abaixo, o poema "O Corvo",  na versão de Fernando Pessoa e o original, em inglês.

Lillith - Into the Night - Chapter One, part two

As we walked, my gallant gentleman began to speak of himself. Apparently, I pass some confidence to him.   There was something fraternal about the way he behaved. He was not interested in me the way men tend to be interested. He looked like an older brother accompanying his sister on the way home after a party. I wondered what he would say if he knew that I have many times his age.   This whole fuck was already becoming embarrassing. and it could be bad for my reputation if I had one.

— Tonight my girl put an end to our relationship. She kicked me in the butt, without even saying why. Wow! I did not know it hurts so much.

Children of the night

Leaning against a lamppost, she looked at the cars passing by distracted. She looked like a twelve-year-old girl, maybe even less. She looked lost but did not move for help when a police car passed across the street. In fact, she seemed to struggle not to be noticed by the cops and followed them with her eyes as they walked away. After that, she put her school bag on her shoulders and made a crossing across the street, but was stopped by a taxi that stopped. A man got out of the car.

The man only noticed the girl after he paid for the taxi and turned to the sidewalk. If he was surprised to see an unaccompanied girl at that time of night, he did not show it. He just stared at her, amused by her natural charm.

The girl wore a college uniform, consisting of a skirt, blouse and classic model of school shoes.

Zaphir - The War of the Magi

The boy, although his weak aspect, was holding the wooden club over his shoulders with apparent readiness. His cap peak turned back and his very focused eye expression were not showing his terrible fear to fail. Not showing too much confidence, he never had been good with the wooden club game, but he was decided to cause a confident impression to that girl who, holding a serene attitude, was watching the game from the other corner. As always, her look was straight and tranquil. However, that look was not enough to bring him enough confidence. Indeed, her look was making him even more nervous and conscious about the contrast between the confidence that she was showing and that shivering taking over his knees.    Suddenly he noticed that her look was toward the pitcher. That moment came and like a prelude brought to him a disgrace. That unexpected downfall made him to pray in silence to all gods he knew, even very sure that gods just don't care about the miserable fate of a simple boy

who plays wooden club games. The pitcher, showing a very angry expression, spited out. His name was Jorjão, a tough and aggressive guy really decided to devastate him. Well, to be the best friend of the only one girl in the group would be a problem. His lack of skills on sports and her popularity made their friendship not understandable to all. The small ball flew fast

Lilith - Into the night

Chapter One – First part

I like the smell of the night. There are subtle nuances, brought by the serene and the light night breeze that I could not feel during the day because my sense of smell is saturated with the odors that men produce in their insane activities. Luckily I have night-time habits. Right now, I breathe in the cold air and realize that there is a different signature among the smells that come to me. Someone approaches and stimulates my other senses. I realize it's a man. He is slightly drunk and walks alone, hesitantly, but not because of the alcohol in his bloodstream. It just seems stunned by some misfortune. Despite the drink ingested by the lonely walker, I like the smell of this man! I almost regret what I'm about to do, but I know it's just remnants of the consciousness of someone who is gone. Soon again I concentrate and allow my fangs protrude. It's time to fulfill my bloodthirsty nature, something I won on a moonless night. Believe me, I was once human. Today, though, I make humans my favorite prey. There is in my acts a kind of poetic justice if you allow me the melodramatic slip. I have my reason to think so. The memories I bring with me, from the time when I was still alive, do not let me look at men in an indulgent way. After my transformation, I saw in each victim the tormentor who destroyed my body and my soul. Today, after so much time, I still feel in it a kind of redemption for that which once was. It is with this feeling that I watch my next prey as the man approaches.

The Invisible Friend

The pot noise falling overlapped the TV sound and woke the man suddenly. Annoyed, he tossed the empty beer can toward the kitchen. The only way to put up with the boredom of the life he led was to get drunk and sleep, but this process was interrupted abruptly. The woman was washing clothes in the small service area outside the house, so the one responsible for the noise was the boy.

  That boy weeping was up to something in the kitchen and would pay for it. For some time he had been looking for a pretext whatever to get that little bastard. The boy seemed to have nothing else to do in his miserable existence, only to disrupt him in his plans with his older sister.

In one leap, the man ran to the kitchen and pulled on the belt that held his frayed trousers.   He found the boy trying to pick up the pieces of the cookie jar. Upon realizing his entrance, The boy falls back. His eyes bulge with dread as he notices the belt in his hands.